[Intro]
(Antt did the track)
(BeatGang)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
The 'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?
I cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?
A couple million plus I spent on clothes, ya dig?
Bitch actin' like she scared, I bought her a Ghost, ya dig? (Boom)
These lame-ass rappers tryna see if I fucked they bitch, you know I did (You know what I did)
Got three hundred pounds in the spot and they all disappeared, you know where they went (What?)
Ain't worried about a ho tellin' her best friend I'm cheap, she know I'm rich (Know)
Got four-five hoes on a jet and it's only me, you know I'm lit (Yeah)
I'm a hot head but my heart cold, that bitch just won't unthaw
I done ran it up, I ain't goin' broke, that shit ain't in my thoughts
I'm a real player, if you play it wrong, you can't keep the shit that I bought
Got white girl like Mary Jane, trap swingin' like Peter Parker
Can't blame him, that's my son, he just doin' the shit I taught him
On Rodeo in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry, boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool though, but your ass better not get caught (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Veeze]
Got fifties, thirties, switches, every pole, ya dig? (Dig)
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my clothes, ya dig? (Dig)
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah)
Nigga shake my hand, but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)
These lame-ass niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (Alright)
When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (Ooh)
I'm heavy handed pouring in, all my cups be overspilled
I done popped me a Akorn pint, this shit so red like roadkill
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